“Han, with you, Iamcomfortable. That’s why I’m asking.”
This feels like a big deal. Itisa big deal. I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before, and takingStone’scould have significant consequences.
“Stone, I…I…” I don’t know how to finish that sentence.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, his voice full of caution, like he thinkshe’sthe problem.
Setting my plate on the table, I secure him to me with one arm around his waist and my other hand on the back of his neck.
“I absolutely want to do that with you, but what if this all becomes too much and we realize we can’t make it work? The hesitation I have comes only from knowing that you and I will be in each other’s lives, at least peripherally, for the entirety of them. What if you go on to marry someone, and I have to sit in the front row, knowing that part of you belongs to me?”
The question is selfish, but it’s something I need him to consider.
“Well, what if I marryyou?” Stone fires back. “That part of youalreadybelongs to someone else. At least we can still have this first,” he says seriously. I’m so shocked by him casually throwing out our hypothetical marriage as though it’s a real possibility that I don’t argue as he continues. “Hanlon, regardless of what people like me are called, or if there’s even a name for it at all, sex has never really been on my radar. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely. For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me, and then you showed up, bringing answers, compassion, and a new set of muscles that awakened things inside me I haven’t felt before, and now that Idofeel things, Ireallywant them. Why wouldn’tI want them with you?”
Well, fuck.
I’m not even sure if he’s asking me to fuck him or to let him fuck me, but after that declaration, it doesn’t matter. I’ll give him whatever he wants. Although I prefer to top, I enjoy both.
“Okay,” I hear myself agree.
Stone grabs my hand at his waist and places it over his erection. His forehead pressed to mine, he whispers, “Tonight? Please?”
“How do you want it?” I ask.
The color creeping up his neck and into his cheeks answers for him, but I want to hear him say it.
“Um, what doyouprefer?” he asks instead of giving me his answer.
“This is about you, Stone. Tell me what you want.”
“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this. It’s not who I thought I was.”
I interject because I can’t let him think like that.“Who you have sex with andhowyou choose to do it doesn’t define who youare. You aren’t less of a man if you enjoy the feeling of my cock spilling inside your ass. And you aren’t moreof oneif you drill into me from behind.”
Nothing’s worse than being with a partner who doesn’t understand that.
“O…okay,” he stammers.
“So, tell me,” I ask, trailing my lips along his thick short beard that I love so fucking much, “what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
Chapter 25
Stone
Now that I’ve verbalized it, it’s all I can think about. Thankfully, our workday is slow, and we’ve only been called to two minor incidents. The clock is winding down, and we have less than an hour to go before the slopes close. Then we just have to do a final sweep of the mountain to ensure no one is hiding out or gets stranded.
Hanlon is currently sitting at my desk, looking over weather forecasts and maps of the mountain while I reorganize our gear, when the door to the office opens, and Logan comes striding in.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I fucking work here, dumbass,” Logan snaps.
“I’ll give youonepass to forget that I’m your boss, and you just fucking used it. So, change your tone and try again,” I snarl.
